domingo, 23 de dezembro de 2012

Sometimes, after long working hours, you find in the bottom of your purse an old note, barely folded:

Every day I'm thankful for
NIGHTS
that turned into 
MORNINGS

FRIENDS 
that turned into
FAMILY

DREAMS
that turned into
REALITY

and LIKES that turned into LOVE.

You smile and feel thankful once again.

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